A lost castle in a lost kingdom. As night falls my journey finally comes to an end. I had been following a stream throughout the day and final my goal is in sight. The stream opens up into a large lake with castle Obsidar overlooking it's shores. I'll camp by the river until morning.

As the sun arises I head to the castle in search of the item of my long questing. The castle is magnificent in the daylight and I find my desires all kept together in a small box. I collect them and head to the highest solar of the castle. I relax by a small fire in a hearth and contemplate the trials still to come.

No one else may ever see this sight again, no living person besides me may have seen it now. Maybe I failed a long time ago in my quest and this place isn't even real but just a hallucination. I will always be satisfied knowing I tried.

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I'd wave at foreigners shouting curses in local dialect which they won't understand, while keeping a happy face. And whatever I say, they won't even imagine is close to bad, since I'll be riding a fucking dolphin, which inevitably will make me look like Mahatma Ghandi in a dress, or some shit.

*sigh*I need money.

'If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster.'~Isaac Asimov

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I dunno if you ever went to a public pool where they had like, those foam mats that you could float on, it felt like that, to me.

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."